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Poster: unclejohnnyd Date: Sep 22, 2006 1:45pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Best show memory

That's a killer story man!

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Poster: orchiddoctor Date: Sep 22, 2006 7:29pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Best show memory

I posted this on Deadnetcentral. Piggers was my favorite personality in the band, and I always took my hands out of my pocket, you can rest assured.



I got into the dead when they played in NYC at the Cafe AuGoGo in 1967. I was around 15 at the time, and I lived only a few miles uptown from the village. My parents, bles their naive souls, never knew where I headed so late at night. In late 1968, a good friend of mine got me in the backdoor by lying about my age and getting me a gig ushering at the Fillmore East. I got to hang in the aisles and see all sorts of music roll on by. Backstage was always wide open--just had to watch what you drank.

Bill G. had a loose softball team that played teams formed by several of the bands that came to play at the Fillmore East. Mostly S.F. regulars like the Dead, the Airplane, Quicksilver, etc. Usually their teams would have more quippies than band members. Usually, it was good stoned fun. Sometimes it got serious, but not often.

One fine Saturday afternoon in the park, we were playing the Dead. Usually, only a few band members like Bobby or Mickey made it to the game. This time--God knows why--Pig came by. I think he just wanted to drink his wine and razz everybody. The Dead crew bullied him into taking an at bat. This was hilarious enough--imagine a Denom Jacketed Pig trying to figure out how to hold the damn thing!

I was pitching (now that underscored the humor of the game as I can throw a ball about as well as my 13 year old daughter), and I threw a pitch that was a bit close for his liking; of course, he WAS a big target. He walked out to the mound, the meanest look on his face, and told me that if I did it again, he'd rip off my head and pitch it up my ass. Then I took the ball and held it up to his face and said something really lame to the effect of suck on this.

Pig dropped the fake scowl and hit the ground howling with laughter. He decided that he'd had enough of softball and suggested we go find something to drink.

Who was I to say no?

A majestic, kind, gentle, funny, kickass motherfucker.

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Poster: Capt. Cook Date: Sep 22, 2006 8:25pm
Forum: GratefulDead Subject: Re: Best show memory

October 1983 walking the trippy hallways of madison square garden, during a rather sleepy space, dead heads doing their twirls, spinning in place as jerry and bobby wind through some strangley familier chords, coming nearer and nearer, the ears starting to perk up and then suddenly the first unmistakable notes to St. Stephen. Dead Heads not spinning or twirling but suspended for a milli-second in space as the recognition cames across - then a delicious delirium of falling bodies hugging one another, tears streaming down the faces of men and women "I can't believe they played St Stephen"

maybe not the best version ever but the best crowd reaction I have ever witnessed. Sheer Bliss for a beloved band....